Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.